Chicharones - Pork Rind Disco free for downloading

Lyrics

champagne flows ain t no whisky rivers
And i m about to get down now we re winners at life, wouldn t make me blink i dodge the little bullets with ease
and i m about to get down now we re winners at life
We need the medicine grown, we re feeling real good right now and how
Forever at ease we play it cool like the breeze, that i can roll up and smoke good whenever i please
Someone said it before man they couldn t be wrong, do it for the crowd, and all my benefits gone
all the girls and the charlie s angels
Play the hand when it s time to get the head over heels, we re feeling real good right now and how

We need the medicine grown, play the hand when it s time to get the head over heels
chicharones take it home sicker than a
a little ambivalent
Let it get a little grease, how dare them think they pointing that weapon at me
we prove it by making good music
I got no goal but i wear slick suits, the atmosphere s electric its risky business Chicharones, gangsters lean ballers bleat and that kid sleep he s just doing his thing
we re feeling real good right now and how
In and out before the, we came to bring the name a little bit of fame

And all my benefits gone, how dare them think they pointing that weapon at me
Some times they cackle in tears, with a crisp gold tie and snakes in boots
Gangsters lean ballers bleat and that kid sleep he s just doing his thing, you look fantastic Pork, let it get a little grease
Some times they cackle in tears, we re feeling real good right now and how Pork, i m a model citizen with the bottle in my hand
some nights they shout back
some times they cackle in tears
play the hand when it s time to get the head over heels
i just chill but my brain s on spinners

Sleep from chicharones a sixth of nabisco, hey i ain t looking for a buddy or a pal, i let the senator know
They do what they please, hey i ain t looking for a buddy or a pal
they do what they please
We came to bring the name a little bit of fame, the result after i smoke a hundred and one dub sacks, diplomatically immune to your chrome crosshairs
To tear a hole in the mic, i got more raps than atkins, and i m about to get down now we re winners at life
Still we throw up the owl x2, all the girls and the charlie s angels, champagne flows ain t no whisky rivers
Chicharones take it home sicker than a, there s a party going on jump into it Pork, it s a pork grind disco
we prove it by making good music

The can to the throttle man i thought you d understand, like swordmaking, in and out before the
Hey i ain t looking for a buddy or a pal, still we throw up the owl x2 Rind, wouldn t make me blink i dodge the little bullets with ease
We need the medicine grown, and everything it touches is obsolete out of date out of style
i got no goal but i wear slick suits
We re here to make you lose it, it s not enough to just blow off steam and throw in the towel
sleep from chicharones a sixth of nabisco
all the girls and the charlie s angels
all the girls and the charlie s angels

a little ambivalent
We need the medicine grown, a little ambivalent
It s not enough to just blow off steam and throw in the towel, then rest my head on a bed of green leaves, i fooled you